Who are you enyhow ?" "My name is Craig--Gordon Craig." "A lawyer ?" "Not guilty." "A damn detective ?" "Same plea." I thought he gave a grunt of relief; anyhow there was more assurance in his manner, a fresh assumption of bullying in his voice.
"All right, then; I reckon I got yer number, Craig.

Yer after a little easy money.

Somehow yer caught onto the mix-up down yere, an' framed up a scheme to cop the coin.

Might hav' worked too if I had n't been on the job, an' posted.

Damn nice-lookin' girl yer picked up--" "Drop that, Coombs!" I interrupted sharply, leaning forward and staring him in the eyes.